Jan 17
Our closest friends challenge us to change, to grow, and to become the best we can be.
"Will you please just go away!" Abby screamed.
Ziva stared at the Goth. She had only just entered the lab, so was not sure what she had done to upset her.
Abby whirled around, pen in her hand, ready to give someone a piece of her mind. "Oh, it's you," she said instead.
"Is something the matter?" Ziva inquired.
The Goth turned back to her computer. "Some creepy dude from Finance. He wants me to fill out some forms for him."
"You do not like paperwork?"
"It's not that! I handed the completed forms to him a week ago and he claims he's lost them."
"Oh."
Abby continued to stare at the screen in front of her.
"I could kill him for you," Ziva offered. "Or at least put him through pain."
"I'm going to set Gibbs on him," Abby confided. "But I can't focus! I need to interpret these blood splatter patterns for Agent Monroe."
"Let me have a look."
Abby gave Ziva a funny look. "What do you know about blood splatter patterns?"
"I have caused enough of them myself."
The two of them peered at the screen for a few moments.
"That is a blow," Ziva pointed out. "The victim was sitting. What happened to the chair?"
Abby flipped back to the wider pictures. "It was on the other side of the room when they arrived."
"Look, there," she gestured. "The chair has some stains on it."
"Which supports someone sitting on it when they were attacked!"
Ziva smiled at Abby's excitement. "What about the rest of the photos?"
The two of them barely noticed the time as they raced through a virtual reconstruction of the scene.